Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The winds of Black Wind Ridge today carried a biting chill, howling past with shards of gravel and causing the banners of Yiming Village to flutter wildly. Above the village gate, Qin Yuling held a long sword, her spiritual energy condensed and restrained, her fourth-level Qi Refining aura stretched to its limit. Yang Xiu, hidden behind the battlements, fully activated her hidden spiritual root, sensing every fluctuation of spiritual energy around her. Su Qingyue, holding a heavy sniper rifle, aimed it down the mountain, her fingertips white, but her eyes unwavering. Huang Yiming stood in the center of the gate, clad in a black, close-fitting outfit, surrounded by a faint sixth-level Qi Refining aura, his expression calm, only a barely perceptible wariness hidden deep within his eyes.

"Boom—"

With a deafening roar, the earth trembled slightly, and a terrifying pressure of spiritual energy swept down from the foot of the mountain like Mount Tai, instantly enveloping the entire Yiming Village. The refugees and rogue cultivators within the village turned pale, their blood churning, and many low-level cultivators' legs buckled, nearly collapsing to their knees, even finding it incredibly difficult to breathe.

"Huang Yiming, come out and face your death!"

A majestic voice, as powerful as thunder, pierced through the gale and resounded throughout Black Wind Ridge, carrying the terrifying pressure of a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator, causing the wooden beams of the village gate to creak slightly. Everyone looked up and saw a purple figure hovering in mid-air above the plaza at the foot of the mountain. Dressed in a Taoist robe and holding a whisk, his face was dignified, and his eyes were as cold as knives—it was none other than Xuan Yangzi, the sect master of the Azure Cloud Sect.

Xuan Yangzi was surrounded by dense late-stage Foundation Establishment spiritual energy, which distorted the surrounding space. Behind him were dozens of Qingyun Sect cultivators: two early-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators stood on either side, their auras calm; more than ten Qi Refining Level 5 and 6 cultivators surrounded Yiming Village with fierce momentum, their densely packed figures inspiring fear.

"Brother Ming, Xuan Yangzi's aura is terrifying..." Qin Hu, hiding behind Huang Yiming, trembled as he gripped the pistol at his waist. His body-refining techniques, cultivated after activating his mortal spiritual root, were completely ineffective under this oppressive force. "Can we even defeat him?"

Huang Yiming patted Qin Hu on the shoulder, his tone calm yet carrying an undeniable power: "What's the panic? With me here, no one can raze Yiming Village to the ground." He looked up at Xuan Yangzi in mid-air, a faint smile playing on his lips, deliberately feigning fear, his voice booming throughout the foot of the mountain: "Sect Leader Xuan Yangzi, your presence is an honor. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming you sooner. May I ask what brings you here today?"

Xuan Yangzi scoffed, his eyes filled with contempt, his tone icy: "Instructions? Huang Yiming, you're just a pseudo-spiritual root cultivator who, by sheer luck, obtained the secret of the dual realms, subdued a bunch of rogue cultivators, and dared to act as king in Black Wind Ridge, repeatedly provoking my Qingyun Sect, crippling my sect elders, and killing my sect disciples—today, I've come to take your dog's life, seize your secret of the dual realms, and raze your wretched stronghold to the ground!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xuan Yangzi raised his hand and waved it, sending a dense stream of spiritual energy transforming into a giant palm print that slammed towards the gate of the village. Wherever the palm print passed, the spiritual energy surged violently, the wind howled, and even the air itself was torn apart by the force of the impact—its power was terrifying beyond measure.

"Quickly, activate the defensive array!" Qin Yuling shouted sharply, channeling all her spiritual energy into the defensive barrier of the village gate. Su Qingyue also instantly pulled the trigger, the bullet carrying spiritual energy as it shot towards the palm print; Yang Xiu, meanwhile, hid in the shadows, releasing a small amount of spiritual energy to help reinforce the barrier.

"Boom—"

The bullet struck the palm print, instantly shattering it with spiritual energy. The palm print slammed into the defensive barrier, causing it to tremble violently, ripples spreading outwards, and countless cracks instantly spreading outwards. Qin Yuling shuddered, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, her breathing becoming erratic.

"Pathetic!" Xuan Yangzi sneered, his tone growing increasingly contemptuous. "Huang Yiming, I'm giving you one last chance: either submit to the Qingyun Sect and hand over the secrets of the Twin Realms and the Black Wind Ridge spiritual vein; or I'll raze your Yiming Village to the ground and kill you without mercy!"

Huang Yiming feigned panic, his brows furrowed, and his tone tinged with fear: "Sect Master Xuan Yangzi, I know I was wrong and am willing to submit to the Qingyun Sect. However, the secrets of the dual realms and the spiritual veins are of great importance, and I need time to sort them out. Please grant me a few more days, Sect Master." As he spoke, he secretly gave Qin Yuling a wink, signaling her to continue strengthening the defenses and secretly stockpiling spiritual energy.

Qin Yuling understood immediately and quietly circulated her spiritual energy to repair the defensive barrier; Su Qingyue quickly adjusted her heavy sniper rifle, aiming at the early Foundation Establishment cultivator behind Xuan Yangzi; Yang Xiu continued to sense the surrounding spiritual energy, vigilantly watching the Qingyun Sect cultivators' every move. The three women exchanged glances, perfectly in sync—despite facing the powerful Xuan Yangzi, they showed no sign of backing down, their minds focused on only one thought: to protect Yiming Village and Huang Yiming.

Xuan Yangzi looked at Huang Yiming's panicked appearance, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. He thought to himself, "As expected, a coward who clings to life. A pseudo-spiritual root cultivator, he'll never amount to anything." He nodded slightly, his tone indifferent: "Fine, I'll give you three days. After three days, if you still haven't handed over the secrets of the Dual Realms and the spiritual veins, I will raze your entire Ming Village to the ground, leaving not a single survivor!"

Having said that, Xuan Yangzi waved his hand, signaling the cultivators behind him to retreat. He then hovered in mid-air, his gaze coldly fixed on Yiming Village, as if it were already his for the taking. His aura remained undiminished, locking onto the entire village to prevent Huang Yiming from escaping.

Huang Yiming stood atop the village gate, gazing at Xuan Yangzi in mid-air, a cold glint flashing in his eyes—the act of feigning weakness to deceive the strong had only just begun. He turned to Qin Yuling, Yang Xiu, and Su Qingyue, his tone grave: "Xuan Yangzi deliberately gave us three days, firstly to test our limits, and secondly to observe our defensive setup. We must seize these three days to quickly deploy our defenses, stockpile sufficient firearms and spiritual energy, and prepare for a counterattack."

"Don't worry, Brother Ming, we're all prepared." Qin Yuling wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her tone firm. "I've arranged for the guards to reinforce the gates and set up electric fences and spiritual energy barriers; Qin Hu is also training the guards, ready to be deployed at any time."

Su Qingyue nodded and said, "I have contacted my subordinates in the city to have them transport more weapons and nutrient solutions as soon as possible. At the same time, I will further purify the spiritual energy of the Black Wind Ridge's spiritual veins to assist everyone's cultivation and improve their strength."

Yang Xiu also spoke up: "Young Master, I will use my Hidden Spirit Root to monitor the movements of the Qingyun Sect cultivators throughout the entire process. If they make any unusual moves, I will notify everyone immediately. In addition, I will also intensify my cultivation and strive to break through as soon as possible to share the burden with you."

Looking into the determined eyes of the three women, Huang Yiming felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He reached out and grasped each of their hands, his tone gentle yet firm: "Thank you for your hard work. With you all here, I'm not afraid of anything. These three days, we'll do our utmost to prepare. After three days, we'll show Xuan Yangzi the strength of Huang Yiming, and the power of Yiming Village!"

The three women blushed slightly and nodded gently, their affection for each other growing stronger. They knew that the next three days would be difficult, and the great battle three days later would determine the survival of Yiming Village, but they were willing to fight alongside Huang Yiming, sharing life and death.

Just then, Yang Xiu suddenly frowned, his tone grave: "Young Master, something bad has happened! I sensed that cultivators from the Qingyun Sect have secretly sent people to circle around to the rear of Yiming Village, seemingly intending to launch a sneak attack on the supply warehouse. There are even fluctuations of spiritual energy from early Foundation Establishment cultivators there!"

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold, and a sneer curled at the corner of his lips: "As expected, Xuan Yangzi never intended to give us three days. He's planning to launch a surprise attack on the warehouse while we're off guard, cutting off our retreat! Qin Hu, you take a team of guards and immediately head to the rear supply warehouse. Guard the warehouse and don't allow any Qingyun Sect cultivators to approach even a step!"

"Yes, Brother Ming!" Qin Hu responded immediately, gripping his pistol tightly, and led a team of guards to run quickly to the rear. Although he was still somewhat afraid, his eyes were unusually firm—he didn't want to hold Huang Yiming back any longer and wanted to do his part for Yiming Village.

Huang Yiming watched Qin Hu's departing figure, then looked at Xuan Yangzi in mid-air, a hint of ferocity flashing in his eyes: Xuan Yangzi, do you think you can cut off my escape route like this? Today, I'll show you what it means to try to steal a chicken but lose the rice instead! What he didn't know was that Xuan Yangzi's conspiracy was far from over, and an even greater crisis was quietly brewing.